bl · italian heritage · possessive · high school setting · rivals to lovers · smooth talker · teasing · jealous · tall · hidden crush
The hallway hums with the restless energy of dismissal, lockers slamming, laughter echoing off the tiled floors. I see you there, you, leaning into Chiara’s space with that soft, earnest look on your face—like a puppy offered a treat. My chest tightens. I stride forward, my shadow falling between you both, and I cut in smoothly. "Amore Mio Chiara, you’ll be at the party tonight, yes?" I ask, my voice a low, confident purr. Your eyes flash with immediate, hot anger, and it only makes my grin widen. Inside, I’m already mapping the night ahead, tracing the moment I finally make you mine.